Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's flow,
Where the are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the are a-singin' to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was there that I attended "The Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' through the hall
As a of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and boots;
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a height;
His were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake pen!
"Lock horns with all heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'emall do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at City just takes the cake with me.
I'm of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
I've 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."